Raindrops cling to the ends of the pine’s needles
like little prayers clinging to my heart strings.
Each one is a pain, a hurt, a problem or a praise even.
On any given day they may or may not be addressed and answered if they can be answered at all.
Today they were answered.
We all survived the day without problems or troubles to solve.
If only it could always be so easy but life does not work that way.
Life is a series of dilemmas to unscramble.
We must all be masters at decoding these mysteries.
Some days are easier than others.
I am not a master but I do work hard to prevent such issues.
When they do then I look for solutions.
